Baby
My parents (my real parents, not my quasi parents though they're awesome too) were old when they had me, like, really old. Fifty something. I know that's not bald and hobbling on crutches old, but still, people don't normally breed when they reach the over the hill mark. Now I'm older so of course they're gonna be older too. Do you have any idea how weird it is for everyone to think your parents are your grandparents? I know it's not their fault. My mum wasn't supposed to have kids at all. Healers had told her that for years and she and Dad just kinda accepted it.
Then I guess sometime when they were getting busy (OH MERLIN I DON'T WANT TO THINK ABOUT THAT!) my dad squirted out a super swimmer or something because nine months later I was born. I wasn't supposed to be there at all. They called me a "miracle baby", there was even this thing about it in the Daily Prophet, my parents still have the article. I know people call me spoiled and selfish and shit, but if people told you that you weren't supposed to exist but you poofed out of a vagina anyway, wouldn't you be a little proud to just be living too?
I remember every Christmas growing up I asked for a little brother. I didn't want him to be just like me or anything, I wanted someone to play with. I was around adults all the time because all the people my parents knew were old too and their kids were already grown up. I got dragged to their stupid boring adult idea of a party where everyone just stands around eating broccoli on a stick. I didn't really understand Mum when she always gave me this sad look, asking if there was something else I wanted for Christmas, and then suggesting something like a sled. Sleds are great fun, but they're not a person. I still wanted a little brother.
One year when I didn't get the little brother that I wanted, I threw the biggest tantrum in the history of the world. I yelled and threw things and didn't think any of my presents were any good. It was when I said "I hate you" that Mum started crying. Dad took me into another room to try to explain how stuff worked. I didn't care. All that mattered was that I wanted a little brother, and he wasn't there.
I know they wanted another kid too. They talked about it. I didn't get why if they made me they couldn't make another one. It makes more sense now that I'm older and... I know I normally don't admit when I'm wrong. I was that time. Yeah, I was little and whatever, but that was shitty. They still do want another Potter Jr somewhere in the back of their heads, but nobody really mentions it anymore.
That's why I wanna give them Eris. She's technically mine, but my parents are much better at this whole offspring thing than me. And I know they'd want her. She'd be the second kid they never had and they'd love her just the same as me.
I asked for a little brother, but I'd be ok with a little sister. I just wish she could stay.